WHAT are we looking for within our Lives?
What are you looking for within our Lies?
is it precious or just depression
that eats our Souls?
We wander within the veil of what we call Life
And squander precious moments
because of our fears
No matter if youth or old age
the fear still remains
and we fear the little thing
once strong and monstrous
now called fear.
:: 04.09.2023 ::
Once and twice and more
would I chance love until death?
When thou art more than me
so wise as wild roots across fields
watching approaching winter shaking
the darling buds of May
— i am empty
but hearing the chorus of angels
as summer’s lease hath short a day.
Man and Woman. Two unto one.
love and hate and fear by life
we know when eternal lines to space
and time grows.
To those who see — they can breath
and as long as Souls of Love see,
this gives life to thee!
:: 04.07.2023 ::
I have dreamed of this space And saw you there. It is a real location outside of dreams.
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The Universal Mall
blue DOTS flew –> there
about right
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REPORTING IT
i spoke throught a funnel
magnifying my life (libodo 2)
i first went outside to find
my pet in the sky flying away
its okay they have insurance
___________________is how i felt
for awhile slipping inside a slice
of delightful insanity | the pig-
persons are speaking___we disconnect.
this dream again and again and again
with the Universal Mall
:: 02.10.2023
Please be kisses
instead of missing
misses of thoughts
the Mountain head
is the piece of
your fearful Heart
i tip-toe and find
you — hiding there.
Oh, please sweet hugs
instead of history
forgotten as us
oh the horror!
Never asking for answers
or simple smiles
i am hallow and waiting
for science to answer
am i dead or alive?
Evil and Death came
but never ate me
but here i am.
For how long?
:: 02.14.2023 ::
Once me and my older brother went into the woods
of Lousiana. We are just little boys.
We were in 1973. And we did rebiously things
butg never did anything get to get laid.
We were boys and virgins. It reminded me
of the girl last summmer who showed me
and some boys I did not know. Someone asked
her to show her pussy and she did.
For me. It was an afront. I saw the antomotical
view but it was surreal. After i Grew up I heard
she pushed her car into an 18 wheeler. Before that,
maybe a month afterwards, when she showed me and
those other g host friends. She bent down and
showed us her vagina. And that night I was in bed
with her and just kissed her.
Her name: Connie Lynko.
:: 04.06.2023 ::
LOVE IS THE GREATEST ARTIST
TELL ME i am forgotten
it soils my heart
and my Soul
All humanity! How human.
Lost and searching for love.
Give me! Oh Spirit show me.
How i am not just human.
But Spirit as fields of swaying
tulips screaming release me!
If paint is pink
as the heart is red
recommend medicine.
Lovers holding hands forever.
Tell me I am forgotten
it thrills my Soul
and paints my life’s canvase!
Brillaint is Love!
the Greatest Artist!
:: 04.05.2023 ::
EVERYBODY screaming for solutions
we all know how unaware politicans are
we all know how God love us all
We can change the world
People starving from confusion
mothers with babies they cannot feed
fathers who cannot find a job
We can change the world
We’re all complicit
because we can change the world
its a spirit of unwillingness today
And it’s today and not alright
So let’s change the world
older people say this is wrong
younger ones say teach me
The solution is within your heart
no, not above clouds
so we all bleed and cry
Put away the gun and hatred
Put away acrid words of the devil
We can change the world
A world inside a class
a teacher who hasn’t shown
up for teaching evolution
Let’s get this right!
Alright? Okay yea.
It’s the constitution.
Bill of Rights.
The blood our fathers and
mothers bled for us to scream out!
Anyhow you know it’ll be alright.
Children crying. Grown ones cower.
How my God it’s not right.
:: 04.05.2023 ::
Fame — is the
prostitution
Publication —
a billboard
auction of talent
And genius —
a quiet mouth
with rare talent
:: 03-05-2015 ::
I saw it in the trees, in the way they leaned and twisted
as if in agony, a warning I had missed.
And then the night it happened, our hollow tree in flames,
and firemen running frantic, like ants in frenzy’s games.
The signs were there, but I chose not to see or hear,
the patient pine that fell, the maple’s snap severe.
Now as the world transforms, and all around me shifts,
the yellow house dismantles, fence lines torn like fabric rifts.
Ponds become backfilled graves, cabooses turn to tanks,
eagles to vultures morph, and wild grass to tiled ranks.
In this world of change and flux,
I whisper to myself,
“I should have known,” like Emily,
my heart a quiet delph.
For like her, I too see now,
the truth that I ignored,
the warnings that were given,
the signs I should’ve adored.
:: 04.04.2023 ::
“You caused me a lot of pain
When you focus on yourself, you may feel happy
But it brings me down like this
I want to protect my heart from harm
In a world that can be so unkind
If my blood drips from my mouth
It’s a symbol of how you ripped my heart out
And left me to suffer alone
You seemed to take pleasure in my demise
I feel like I’m already dead
It seemed like you wanted to watch me suffer
But if you deceive yourself into thinking otherwise
You may find happiness in a world of your own creation
You knocked me out of my life.”
:: 04.04.2023 ::
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